oh my god it never ends it will never get better

it’s been two and a half years why am i still dreaming about the codependent homoerotic ex best friend

large is such an ugly word as if i don’t feel bad enough about myself

whoever came up with the term drunkorexic should get their name engraved on a park bench or something

i guess it could be worse at least my job just makes me homicidal and not suicidal

gender affirmation is when oomfs say suigetsu suits me but not konan

didn’t get drunk this week who BOOED. BOOOOO BORING WEEKEND BOO HISSSSS

how i look trying to seem normal and not mentally ill when someone i haven’t seen in awhile says i look like i lost weight

about to have the binge of a lifetime

sometimes i feel guilty about not liking (real) men like i do meet genuinely nice good guys but i am just. not like that. don’t let me break your heart please there are other emo bitches out there 🙏

today this creep that always asks me about my work schedule and what i do on my days off came and watched me at my job for 20min and stalked me up and down every aisle and when i told my male coworker he laughed bruhhh

last night i dreamed i was performing in front of an audience again. i used to have such a passion for performing arts. theatre and singing. i took paid classes and everything for years. all it took were shitty coaches in each one to absolutely wreck my passion. sometimes i wonder what i would be-

i’m one of like two people on this site that gets along with their dad and i think that’s really funny

despair in my heart bc i tried so hard to forgive my m*m for everything she did to me bc that’s my m*m or whatever but at the end of the day the last time she called me she was high out of her mind and it was just humiliating all around. your kid ignored you in your own home for two years and that

i do lowkey get embarrassed about how much money i spend on dumb shit. i’m not like a complete shopping addict or hoarder but i’m mortified of people thinking i am. it all comes down to just having poor impulse control i think

i love fucking up my stomach i cannot stop eating horrifically i love it it’s a way of life

i get so unbearably sad thinking about how i used to be little and not care about how i looked or acted i miss not being suffocated by insecurity and shame. the only thing more depressing is that this was so very long ago bc my m*m made sure to instill self hate in me at the youngest age possible

what if i only made an alt to use a different layout